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A journeyman tailor was traveling the world in search of work at his trade, and once, when he could find none, he fell into such poverty that he had not a farthing to pay his way. At that time he met a Jew on the road, and, thinking the man must have a great deal of money about him, he cast God out of his heart, went up to him, and said, “Give me your money, or I’ll kill you.” The Jew said, “Only spare my life. I have no money beyond eight farthings.” But the tailor said, “You do have money, and you shall hand it over,” and he set upon him and beat him until he was near death. As the Jew lay dying, he spoke these last words: “The bright sun will bring it to light!” And with that he died. The journeyman tailor reached into his pocket and searched for money, but found no more than the eight farthings, just as the Jew had said. Then he lifted him up, carried him behind a bush, and went on his way in search of work. After traveling for a long time, he came to a town and found employment with a master tailor who had a beautiful daughter. He fell in love with her and married her, and they lived happily together.

After a long while, when they already had two children, his father-in-law and mother-in-law died, and the young couple had the household to themselves. One morning, as the husband sat on his worktable by the window, his wife brought him his coffee. He poured it into the saucer and was just about to drink when the sun shone upon it, and the reflection flickered to and fro high on the wall, making rings of light. The tailor looked up and said, “Yes, it would dearly like to bring it to light, but it cannot!” His wife said, “Why, dear husband, what is that? What do you mean?” He answered, “I must not tell you.” But she said, “If you love me, you must tell me,” and coaxed him with the sweetest words, promising that no one else would ever hear of it, and gave him no peace. Then he told her how, many years before, when he had been wandering about in rags and without a penny, he had killed a Jew, and how the Jew, in his dying agony, had said, “The bright sun will bring it to light!” Now the sun had wanted to bring it to light, and had flickered on the wall and made rings there, but it had not been able to. Afterward he begged her most earnestly not to tell anyone, or it would cost him his life, and she promised him she would not. But once he had settled down to work, she went to her gossip and confided the story to her, saying she must not repeat it to a living soul. Before three days had passed, however, the whole town knew, and the tailor was brought to trial and put to death. So the bright sun did bring it to light after all.